Julie's snowbanks were reminiscent of those New England winters I remember so well---a time of coziness and hibernation, and that occasional unexpected holiday. And last night we had a delightful family reunion via Skype with Elli, surrounded by Emily (eating breakfast), Rachael (dressed to go to town), Ken (painting Rachael's bedroom for Em to move in), and Luke (over for a day's visit). This weekend we look forward to some quiet time with Rico and a family birthday party for Alden on Sunday. These are the rich colors on life's daily canvas, so treasured.
Here's another. On Wednesday evening I went to the Met's HD offering for this month---Puccinni's "Girl of the Golden West". It had everything; entrances on horseback, blizzard lasting for an entire act, gunfights and dripping blood, an ardent and passionate love story, beer and poker duels, an almost-hanging on the gallows. The beautiful music is a given, but I was bowled over by the reality and power of the production---so totally believeable. Opera didn't used to be this way---it had the music, but not much action or effect. How it has changed!
I found myself musing the day after, thinking of Honey, who loved listening to Pavarotti but hated opera---how he might have eaten this up. And I wish for him, that in a future reincarnation, he treads the opera stage as a famous baritone or bass, relishing the drama that surrounds him and captivates the audience, and turns him into the total opera lover! It would serve him right and well! Hugs, Mom
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